The passing of a queen.

The promise of a knight.

The hope of a people.

The sacrifice of a generation.

All those faces, of beings both kind and evil alike had placed there hopes and dreams upon her little shoulders.

Giants, legends, armies that could shake the heavens. All turned to her with kind words and a sly smile.

They weren’t her people.

They weren’t of her blood, her history, her culture.

Yet they embraced her with such warmth, like mothers, fathers, daughters and sons.

Yet now, on the doorstep of the divines.

She can only scream from her heart.

The tears cannot stop.

She cannot let such sacrifices be cast aside so trivially by the heavens.

She will not let those echos of the dead fade between the stars, not like this. Not again!

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Concept art and lore for one of the Goddess I plan for the snow cap mountain story.

Imagine being a young girl, rescued by a nation, only to watch that civilisation be murdered. And the remants place there future in your hands as they let there bodies and existence be erased to stop the equivalent of hell consuming the world.

Only for the world and it’s gods to dismiss such sacrifice, to let the spirit, soul and memory of those that died wither away into nothingness..

Dunno about you but sounds like a good motivation to challenge the heavens to me.

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